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â¤ď¸Happy Valentines Dayâ¤ď¸
Today you received a picture from a special photoshoot, it seems it's from a man who exists to charm you with his beauty. Which gift are you most exited for?
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katsuki being a pr nightmare? nothing new.
he didn't spare people his thoughts, cursing his way through the press and speaking his true feelings constantly. it's why he was liked, it was his unique charm they'd say.
but this time, a dating scandal had come out. well, more of a romance one.
his private twitter was leaked, one he'd mostly use to detail his feelings on the day. among the dozens of posts that were expectedly vulgar and self assured, recent ones stuck out.
over fan posts of you, a model he seemed to have been a huge fan of for a while. it became evident just how much of a loser he was. he'd quote them with small words like, "i bet her parents high five when they see her face," or "she looks just as good as prime all might did."
his name was trending heavily the next day, he was noticeably annoyed, now he'd have to make a whole new spam! he was called by his agency, which he expected.
though as he walked in, he did not expect to see you, golden with the afternoon sun and greeting him with a warm, smile. not a practiced one you'd use for photo shoots, no. he could tell the difference.
his manager cleared their throat, signaling for him to sit down before they started.
"i think we should capitalize of these crushes of yours."
he grew big eyed, looking at you now from the corner of his eye.
you felt the same way??
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jinx x fem!bombshell!reader
synopsis: You are a model for (victorias secret equivalent but in arcane universe) and jinx becomes infatuated with you. Known for you bombshell persona and explosive personality, you are the most well known model in all of piltover and zaun. Possibility even watching noxus and the other regions.
warnings: 18+, smut, kissing, smut, wlw , the use of a toy, jinx calls you sugar,
a/n: my first jinx fic <3, also on ao3 (not yet, under doorkiluv)
note | pls give me feedback (and don't only just like but also reblog and comment) this was supposed to be short but it went overboard
đ˛ Ë. ⥠đđ˘đ§đą đĄđđ đ§đđŻđđŤ đđđŤđđ đŚđŽđđĄ for Piltover. Too clean, too polished, too boring. The people were all fake smiles and ridiculous hats, and she preferred the chaos of Zaun to its glittering streets. That all changed the day she first saw you. Sheâd been in Piltover on a whim, loitering in the shadows as she planned her next prank. Explosives in a fancy clock tower, maybe? She hadnât decided yet. But her chaotic thoughts screeched to a halt when she looked up at the enormous neon screen in Piltover Square and saw your beautiful face.
You were walking down the runway in a show so glamorous it put Piltoverâs polished spires to shame. Wrapped in a shimmering, barely-there gown that hugged your curves, you strode with an air of absolute confidence. Your bombshell persona was magnetic, your hips swaying to the rhythm of the music as the crowd erupted into applause. You gave the camera a cheeky wink and blew a kiss, and Jinxâs brain short-circuited.
âHoly⌠Who the hell is that?â she muttered, her wide eyes glued to the screen.
A vendor passing by glanced at her. âThatâs her. You donât know? The biggest model in all of Piltover and Zaun. Hell, even Noxus and Ionia are crazy about her.â
Jinx didnât respond, too transfixed by the image of you flashing across the screen. You were a living firework, a walking explosion of charisma, beauty, and sheer presence. Your bold, flirty persona was a match for her own chaos, and it wasnât just your looks that had her hookedâit was the energy you carried, the way you owned every moment. From that point on, Jinx was utterly captivated.
Back in her lair, your face became a constant presence. Jinx scavenged every poster, magazine, and billboard she could find that featured you. Her walls were covered in them, glossy images of you smirking, posing, and looking like you owned the world. She couldnât get enough of you, and it drove her mad in the best way possible.
âLook at her,â sheâd whisper to herself, lying on her bed and staring at a magazine cover where you lounged in a shimmering gold corset. âSheâs a walking explosion.â
Whenever one of your commercials aired on Piltoverâs big screens, Jinx made a point to watch. Sheâd perch on the rooftops, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as you spoke directly to the camera, your voice sultry and teasing. Sometimes, sheâd mimic your lines, laughing to herself at how ridiculous she sounded compared to you.
The first time Jinx saw you in person, she nearly short-circuited. You were in Zaun, of all places, stepping out of a sleek transport at one of the fancier underground clubs. It was rare for someone like you to venture into the depths, but you carried yourself with the same confidence that lit up your photoshoots. Heads turned as you walked through the crowd, a knowing smirk on your lips as if you knew exactly the effect you had on everyone around you. Jinxâs pulse quickened. This was her chance.
She darted through the crowd, weaving between gawking onlookers until she was standing at the bar beside you. Up close, you were even more stunning, your beauty almost overwhelming.
âDidnât think Iâd ever see you in a dump like this,â Jinx drawled, leaning casually against the counter. Her nerves were on fire, but she masked it with her usual cocky grin.
You turned to her, one perfectly arched brow raising as you took her in. Your gaze lingered on her bright blue hair and manic energy, and a small, amused smile played on your lips.
âMaybe I like a little chaos,â you replied, your voice smooth as silk. âAnd you certainly look like the chaotic type.â
Jinx grinned wider, her confidence surging. âOh, sweetheart, Iâm not just chaosâIâm a full-blown explosion.â
The two of you spent the night trading flirty remarks and playful banter, the tension between you crackling like a lit fuse. Jinx couldnât believe her luck. You werenât just a pretty face. But you had a fiery, explosive personality to match. You were bold, unapologetic, and just as dangerous as you were beautiful. At one point, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmured, âSo⌠whatâs it like knowing the whole damn worldâs obsessed with you?â
You laughed, the sound low and sultry. âI donât mind the attention,â you said, turning your head so your lips were almost touching hers. âBut right now, Iâm more interested in you.â Jinxâs heart nearly stopped.
Back at her lair, were things escalated rather quickly. Jinx couldnât keep her hands off you, tracing every curve and line of your body like she was memorizing you. Her fingers lingered on your hips, her lips trailing heated kisses along your neck as she whispered breathless praises. âYouâre even better than the posters,â she murmured, her voice filled with wonder. âDidnât think that was possible.â
You teased her with your signature confidence, your voice dripping with flirtation as you pulled her closer. âSo youâve been staring at my posters, huh? What did you think about me?â
Jinx blushed, but she didnât back down. Instead, she grinned wickedly, her fingers tightening on your waist. âThought about all the things Iâd do if I ever got you alone,â she said, her tone low and rough. âAnd now, Iâm not holding back.â
The tension was electric, charged with the crackling hum of her inventions and the intensity of her gaze on you. She had been teasing you mercilessly all evening, brushing her hands against your skin, dropping flirty remarks that sent heat pooling low in your belly. You could feel the mischief radiating off her as she twirled one of her newest creations in her hand. It was a bright, colorful pleasure device she'd been gushing about for days. Jinx loved experimenting, and tonight, you were her favorite subject.
She grinned at you, her sharp, mischievous grin that made your heart race every time. "Alright, Sugar," she purred, tossing the toy between her hands like it was some casual gadget and not something designed to make you lose your mind. "You trust me, don't ya?"
You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your usual flirty composure. "You mean to tell me that thing isn't gonna explode?"
Jinx cackled, tossing her head back. "Not this time, babe! Well, probably not. But hey, if it does, at least we'll go out with a bang!" She winked, and despite your hesitation, you couldn't help but nervously laugh. "You're impossible," you murmured letting her guide you to the mattress piled high with pillows and blankets.
"And you're irresistible," she shot back, pressing you down onto the bed with a surprising gentleness for someone so wild. Her hands were steady as they traced over your skin, her fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. "Let me take care of you, Sugar," she whispered, her voice dripping with sweetness and heat. "Promise I'll make it fun."
The first sensation was the gentle hum of the device she'd created, a soft vibration against your folds that made you arch into her touch. It was colorful and whimsical, much like Jinx herself, with blinking lights and playful patterns painted across its surface. Despite its toy-like appearance, the way it worked against your body was anything but innocent.
Her free hand skimmed over your inner thigh, her touch featherlight and maddeningly slow. The wetness pooling between your legs became impossible to ignore, and Jinx took full advantage, sliding the toy up until it pressed directly against your bundle of nerves. A slick, wet sound began filled the room, the vibrations amplifying the noise as your arousal spread. Jinx froze for a moment before bursting into a fit of laughter. "Oh, look at you," Jinx teased, her eyes bright as she watched your reaction.
"Didn't take much, huh? Bet I could've just touched you, and you'd be melting for me." You tried to retort, but the words caught in your throat as she pressed the device lower, her mischievous grin widening as your body jerked in response.
"Aw, Sugar, don't hold back," she crooned, tilting her head to the side as if studying you. "I like hearin' you. Makes it more fun for me."
Your head fell back, a moan slipping past your lips as she adjusted the settings, the vibrations intensifying. She laughed softly, her free hand stroking your thigh as if to ground you. You buried your face in your hands, mortified but too overwhelmed by the pleasure to stop her. The toyâs vibrations grew stronger, and the obscene wet noises only intensified as she moved it against you, her laughter turning into a low, appreciative hum. âDamn, you sound so good,â she murmured, her tone dipping into something more serious. âBet I could make you scream just with this.â
Your hips bucked against the toy, your slick arousal coating it and making the sounds louder and wetter with each movement. The lewd squelching only seemed to spur Jinx on, her grin growing wider as she adjusted the settings, sending sharper bursts of pleasure through your body. âListen to that, Sugar,â she teased, her voice dripping with satisfaction. âYouâre a fuckinâ symphony for me. All wet and messy, just how I like it.â
The embarrassment of her words was quickly drowned out by the mounting pleasure, your moans growing louder as the toy worked you closer to the edge. Jinxâs free hand slipped beneath your thigh, lifting your leg to spread you open further.
âLook at you,â she said, her eyes dark with hunger as she watched the toy glisten with your slick. âSo damn pretty like this. Could stare at you all day."
Her words made your cheeks flush, though you couldn't focus on embarrassment for long. Every nerve in your body was alight, the sensation of her toy paired with her teasing kisses and caresses driving you to the edge. And then she pulled it away, grinning wickedly at your gasp of frustration. "Not yet, Sugar," she said, clicking her tongue. "I'm not done playin' with you."
She shifted her attention, leaning down to press her lips against your neck. Her kisses were hot and open-mouthed, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin. You felt her grin against your throat when you whimpered, your hands clutching the sheets beneath you. Her lips found your collarbone, her teeth sinking into the delicate skin to leave another mark.
"Gotta leave my mark," she murmured between kisses, sucking a particularly dark bruise just below your jaw. "Let everyone know youâre mine. My perfect, messy little bombshell.â Her words sent a shiver down your spine, but you hesitated, your modeling career flashing through your mind. "Jinx, I..."
She pulled back, her wide, manic eyes locking with yours. "Aw, don't worry about all that fancy-shmancy stuff," she said, her voice teasing but with an edge of sincerity. "Bet they'll just airbrush it or whatever. C'mon, Sugar, lemme have my fun."
Your protests melted away as she kissed you again, this time harder, deeper, her hands pinning your wrists above your head. The way she looked at you, like you were the most precious thing she'd ever seen, made your resolve crumble. "Fine," you murmured, breathless. "Do your worst."
Her grin was feral. "Oh, babe, you asked for it." Jinx worked her way across your body, leaving a trail of marks in her wake on your neck, your collarbone, and the valley between of your chest. Each one was a testament to her possessiveness, her need to claim you in a way that went beyond words. "You're gonna look so pretty tomorrow," she murmured, her hands and lips everywhere at once. "Walkin' around all marked up, like a damn work of art."
You couldn't even bring yourself to care about the consequences anymore. Her touch was overwhelming, every kiss and bite sending jolts of pleasure through you. She alternated between using her toy and her hands, keeping you teetering on the edge but never quite letting you fall. "Beg for it," she whispered, her voice dark and playful as she hovered above you. "C'mon, Sugar, lemme hear it. Tell me how bad you want me to finish you off."
Your pride wavered, but the need coursing through you won out. "Please, Jinx," you gasped, your voice shaking. "I need you. Please."
She chuckled, clearly satisfied with your quick surrender. "That's more like it," she said, finally pressing the toy back against you. The sensation was overwhelming, and this time, she didn't stop, driving you higher and higher until you finally shattered, a cry escaping your lips as you came undone beneath her. Jinx didn't stop right away, drawing out your pleasure until you were trembling, your body spent and your mind hazy.
When she finally set the toy aside, she crawled up beside you, pulling you into her arms with surprising gentleness. "See?" she murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "Told ya it'd be fun."
You tilted your head up to meet her gaze, a small smile playing on your lips despite your exhaustion. "Guess I'm stuck with you then," you teased, your flirty nature peeking through even now.
Jinx grinned, her signature chaos in her expression, but there was something softer there, something that tugged at your heart. "Damn right you are. You're mine, babe. Every last gorgeous inch of you." Her fingers danced across your body, tracing the bruises she'd left, her eyes filled with pride as she admired her handiwork. You shivered under her touch, the sensitivity from her earlier teasing still lingering.
"Look at this," she mused, her tone somewhere between awe and glee. "You're a freakin' masterpiece, Sugar. Better than any of those shiny posters they plaster all over Piltover and Zaun."
You couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound weak but genuine. "You think so?"
"I know so," she said firmly, leaning down to nuzzle her face into your neck. "They see the bombshell, the glitz, and the glam, but I get this. I get the real you, all wrecked and perfect just for me." Her words sent warmth spreading through your chest, the vulnerability beneath her usual bravado making your heart ache. You reached up to cup her face, your thumb brushing against her cheek. "You're too good to me, you know that?"
Jinx snorted, pulling back just enough to smirk at you. "Too good? Babe, I'm a menace. But I guess l've got a soft spot for you."
"Lucky me," you teased, letting your fingers trail down to the nape of her neck. She leaned into your touch, her grin softening into something sweeter. "Damn right. You're the luckiest gal in all of Piltover, Zaun, maybe even Noxus." Her playful boasting earned another laugh from you, and she kissed you again, slower this time, her earlier fire giving way to something gentler. The kiss lingered, her lips moving against yours with a tenderness that made your chest tighten.
When she finally pulled away, she flopped down beside you, pulling you into her arms as if she couldn't bear to let you go. You rested your head on her chest, listening to the steady thrum of her heartbeat as your body relaxed into hers.
"Y'know," Jinx murmured, her fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back, "I used to look at those big, fancy posters of you and think, âShe's way too good for someone like me!"
You tilted your head up to look at her, surprised by her confession. "Jinx..."
"But then I thought," she continued, her voice growing steadier, "what's life without a little chaos, right? And lucky for me, you're just as explosive as I am." Her words brought a smile to your lips, and you reached up to brush a strand of blue hair from her face. "Guess we make a pretty good match then, huh?"
She grinned, her manic energy shining through even in this quiet moment. "The best, Sugar." As the adrenaline from earlier began to fade, you let yourself sink into the warmth of her embrace, her steady presence grounding you. Despite the chaos that always seemed to follow Jinx, moments like this reminded you why you'd fallen for her in the first place.
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (01)


MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 4.2k
Aliyah's Notes: this is my first series on here so go easy on me (#adele) pls + some things are not going to be obx canon ... at least some of yall are warned. anyw im so excited for this cause lord knows the amount of time ive wanted to make a fake dating fic!!!!!!! anyw i hope you all will enjoy this i had so much writing the first chapter

The clatter of high heels against the marble floor echoed in perfect sync with the ticking of your watch. Every step was deliberate, poisedâjust like your life had to be. Perfection, it seemed, was not a choice but a requirement for survival.
You adjusted your sunglasses, your gaze skimming over the glamorous expanse of the fashion agency's lobby. People buzzed around you like bees in a hive, their worlds spinning, fueled by the weight of names, status, and flawless images. You smiled politely at the receptionist, offering a nod, though your mind was miles away.
To the outside world, your life was golden. The covers of magazines, the invitations to high-society events, the million-dollar deals with luxury brandsâit was a fantasy that others could only dream of. It was your dream some time ago, too.
But today, your reality felt like walking on the edge of a tightrope, the safety net fraying below you.
Your phone vibrated in your purse, interrupting your thoughts. You fished it out, your pulse quickening when you saw the text from your lawyer. Three words that sent a chill through your carefully constructed façade.
"We need to talk."
Your heart sank. The issue of your visa had been hanging over your head like a storm cloud for months now, growing darker by the day. Youâd known this was coming, but knowing and confronting it were two different beasts.
Fame didnât shield you from the cold bureaucracy of citizenship laws, and your time was running out. One misstep, one delay, and your golden empire could crumble. In a matter of months, you could be deported, left behind by the very country that had built you up.
With a deep breath, you silenced your phone and slid it back into your purse. This wasnât something you could dwell on right now, not in public. Your expression remained serene, even though your mind was anything but. You had a shoot in an hour, a charity gala that evening, and at some point, you had to meet with the lawyer to discuss "options"âa word that had started to feel more like a trap than a solution.
As you exited the building, the cool breeze caught your hair, the city unfolding before you like a glittering stage. New York City. You looked out at the streets, the people, the life you fought so hard to build. The car pulled up to the curb, and you climbed inside. On your way to your lawyer.

You stepped into the law office, the familiar scent of polished wood and stale coffee wrapping around you like a tight band.
"Ms. Y/L/N, good afternoon," Nicolas Ramirez, your lawyer, greeted you, standing behind his desk. His expression was composed, but you knew him well enough by now to spot the unease in his eyes.
"Hi," you softly smiled at him. Your heels clicked softly on the floor as you sat down, crossing your legs tightly, as if holding yourself together. "Letâs just get straight to it, okay? How bad is it?"
Nico sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Your visa expires in less than three months."
You felt your stomach twist, your worst fear inching closer to reality. You swallowed hard, trying to keep your voice steady. "And what about the appeals? The extensions?"
"Weâve exhausted every possible optionâwork visas, artist visas, even humanitarian grounds. Immigration laws are tightening, and without a permanent solution like citizenship or residency, youâll be forced to leave the country."
"Leave?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but it carried the full weight of the nightmare youâd been living with.
Leave? Go back there?
The country you had fought so hard to escape. The country where your childhood had been marked by suffocating poverty, where your parents had already planned your marriage before you even turned 15. Where your dreams had been a distant, impossible hope until that one person changed your life forever.
You felt your throat tighten. You couldnât go back.
Nicoâs gaze softened slightly, his voice gentle but firm. "I know what this means for you. I know how difficultâ"
"You donât know," you cut him off, your voice sharper than you intended. "You⌠You donât knowâI canât go back there, Nico. I just⌠I canât."
He nodded, giving you a moment of silence to compose yourself, but the pressure in your chest only grew. You took a deep breath, trying to keep the panic at bay.
"So what now?" you asked, fighting to keep your voice steady. "Is this it? Am I out of options?"
"Well⌠Thereâs one option we havenât explored yet." his tone was cautious, like he knew what he was about to say would open a new can of worms.
You furrowed your brow. "What?"
"Marriage."
The word hung in the air, thick and heavy. You blinked, unable to comprehend at first. "Marriage?" you repeated, as if saying it aloud would make the absurdity of it clear.
"Itâs one of the few legal paths left," he explained, leaning forward slightly. "Marriage to a U.S. citizen could secure your green card and, eventually, permanent residency. Itâs a legitimate routeâmany people in similar situations have done it."
You sat back in your chair, the tension in your body coiling tighter. The thought of marriage, of attaching yourself to someone you barely knew for the sake of staying in the country, made your skin crawl. You had already sacrificed so much for your freedom, for your career. And now this?
"Youâre telling me the only way to stay here is to marry someone I donât even love? Just to avoid being sent back to a country I donât belong in anymore?"
"Not necessarily," Nicolas said, his tone measured. "It wouldnât have to be a traditional marriage. Think of it as a business arrangement. Itâs a legal partnershipânothing more. And it could save your career, your life here."
You crossed your arms tightly, your mind racing. Marriage. It was a word that had haunted you ever since your parents had tried to force you into it as a teenager. Back then, it was their way of controlling you, of keeping you bound to a life you didnât want. Now, it felt like the universe was throwing the same chains back at you, just in a different form.
"Iâve compiled a list of potential candidates," Arjun continued, sliding a piece of paper across the desk toward you. "People who might be open to an arrangement like this. Athletes, businesspeopleâindividuals who might benefit from a similar deal."
You glanced at the paper but didnât pick it up. The names blurred in front of your eyes. This wasnât how your life was supposed to go. Youâd already lost your family, fought tooth and nail to get out of your country and build something for yourself in the U.S. And now you were at risk of losing everythingâagain.
"I donât know if I can do this, Nico," you said quietly, shaking your head. "Iâve already sacrificed so much. My family⌠I gave up everything to be here. And now youâre telling me I have to give up even more?"
"Iâm not telling you that you have to do anything," he replied, his voice calm but firm. "Iâm saying this is an option. One that could keep you here, legally. But the decision is yours. Iâm just laying out the possibilities."
You swallowed the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in your chest.
"I canât go back there," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. "Iâve worked too hard to get here. I canât lose everything."
He nodded slowly. "Then maybe itâs time to consider unconventional options."
You finally picked up the paper, scanning the names but not really seeing them. Your heart was racing, your mind spinning with a thousand thoughts. Marriage. It felt like a trap, just like it had back then. But maybeâjust maybeâit was the only way to keep your future intact.
"Iâll think about it," you said, standing up and smoothing the front of your dress. "But Iâm not making any promises."
"Of course," he said, standing as well. "Just let me know. Weâre running out of time, but Iâll support whatever decision you make."
You nodded curtly, turning toward the door. As you stepped out into the cool city air, your chest tightened with the weight of everything you stood to lose. The lights of New York City flickered ahead of you, just out of reach, as though the life youâd built here could vanish at any moment.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt truly afraid.
Your phone buzzed, dragging you out of your spiraling thoughts. You fished it out of your purse, heart skipping a beat when you saw the name: Nina. Your agent.
With a shaky exhale, you answered. âNina, hi.â
âHey, babe!â Ninaâs voice was all cheer, a stark contrast to the storm inside you. âSo, I have amazing news! Guess who just got major campaign offers coming in? You! Chanel, Loewe, and oh my God, donât even get me started on Louis Vuitton. The year starts beautifully for you!â
You shouldâve felt ecstatic, but instead, the words passed over you like an echo. All you could think of was the countdown Nico had set in motion: three months. Three months before everything youâd built here would be taken away from you.
âThatâs⌠amazing, Nina,â you managed, trying to muster some enthusiasm. âReally amazing. Thank you so much.â
âAre you okay? You donât sound like your sunshine-self.â Ninaâs voice softened, concern creeping in. âWhatâs going on?â
There was a pause. Nina had been there through all your ups and downs, from your rookie days as a model to your rise in the industry. But the immigration issues, the fear of being sent back to a life you couldnât return toâthat was something neither of you could control.
âThree months?â she repeated, her voice going higher. âOh my Godâwhat the fuck? I thought⌠I thought you had more time.â
âSo did I.â You swallowed the lump in your throat. âNina, I donât know what to do. Iâve called Nico and he tried everythingâextensions, appealsâbut the laws are tightening, and he said thereâs only one real option left.â
There was a brief silence before she asked, âWhat option?â
You bit your lip. âMarriage. Nico says I could marry someone for a green card.â
âMarriage?â Ninaâs voice came out in a shocked squeak. âLike a fake marriage? Babe, are you serious?â
âI donât know!â you burst out, frustration and fear colliding. âI donât know what to do! I canât go back there. I canât. My parents⌠My parents already wrote me off as dead, and if I go back, Iâm stuck in a place I spent my entire life trying to escape.â
Her voice softened. âI know, honey, I know⌠Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to soundâGod, I canât imagine how scary this is for you.â
You took a shaky breath, grateful for her understanding. Nina wasnât just your managerâshe was one of the few people who you actually close to. She was a 34 years old American-Filipina woman. You trusted her with your life.
âOkay,â Nina said, her voice more focused now. âOkay, now listen. Weâll figure this out. I know Nicolas wouldnât suggest something like this unless it was a real option. Do you trust him?â
You sighed. âYeah. I do. But the idea of marrying someone just to stay⌠it feels like another version of what my parents wanted for me. Like Iâm back in that same time of my life.â
âI get it. But this isnât like that. Youâre in control this time,â Nina said. âIf this is what you need to stay here, itâs not about love or being owned by someone.â
You nodded to yourself, trying to absorb her words. âWell, um, Nico gave me a list of potential candidatesâpeople who might be willing to make an arrangement. Youâll never guess whoâs on it, though.â
âWho? Shawn Mendes? Harry Styles? Tom Hollandââ
âRafe Cameron,â you said, cutting her off. âThe basketball playââ
âYeah, I know who that man is, Y/N. His reputation is a total mess right now. Itâs not surprising for him to be on that list.â
âExactly,â you muttered. âItâs a perfect business arrangement for him, too. He needs a way to look respectable again, and I need to stay in the country.â
âSo, youâre actually considering this?â
You leaned against a streetlamp, staring at the city around you. âI donât know. Maybe? It just feels wrong. Like Iâm giving up a part of myself.â
âAs nicely as this can be said, you are being dramatic here, babe.â Nina sighed softly. âLook, Iâm not going to push you either way, okay? But I do think you need to look at it from a different angle. Youâre not giving up on yourself. Youâre doing what you need to do to stay here, to keep fighting for your career and your future. And Rafeâor whoever youâll end up marryingâis not your parents. Heâs not going to control you or heâll get slapped.â
You closed your eyes, trying to let her words sink in. She was rightâyou were in control now. This wasnât the same as being forced into a marriage you didnât want. This was about survival. About keeping your life in the U.S. intact.
"Yeah⌠I guess youâre right," you said softly, feeling some of the tension release from your shoulders. "I just need time to think."

TWO WEEKS LATER.
The soft glow of the late afternoon sun filtered through the curtains, casting warm light across your living room. After two relentless weeks of back-to-back fashion shoots, campaign meetings, and gala appearances, you had finally found a moment of peace. You curled up on the plush sofa, sinking into its embrace as the hum of the city outside became a distant murmur. The oversized, loose pajamas you wore were a far cry from the designer gowns and couture youâd been draped in recently, but they were yoursâsoft, comforting, and familiar. Your hair was twisted into a lazy bun under a satin bonnet.
You exhaled a sigh of relief, finally feeling the weight of exhaustion slip from your shoulders as you closed your eyes.
Buzz. Buzz.
The sound of your phone vibrating on the coffee table pulled you from the calm. You groaned softly, reaching for it with one hand, expecting to see another notification about a meeting or event. Instead, it was a message from Nicolas.
âAny thoughts on who you're going to marry? We need to move quickly if we want to ensure everything goes through in time.â
The familiar weight of the situation youâd been trying to avoid crept back into your chest. Two weeks had passed since your lawyer had first laid out the reality of your visa situation. In those weeks, you'd thrown yourself into work, hoping the constant flurry of activity would drown out the anxiety. But now, in the quiet of your home, the decision loomed large again.
You typed back, hesitating for a moment before hitting send.
"I havenât decided yet."
A few seconds later, the reply came through.
"We need to discuss this in person. Can you come to my office today?"
You frowned, your eyes darting around the cozy room, not quite ready to leave your home.
"How about you come here instead?" you typed. "Itâs been a long week, and Iâd rather talk in private."
There was a pause before the three dots appeared, and then the message followed.
"Sure. Iâll be there in about an hour."
You put your phone down and leaned back against the cushions, staring at the ceiling. This wasnât a conversation you wanted to have, but it was necessary. Time was running out, and you knew you had to face itâwhether you wanted to or not.
An hour passed in a blur, and soon enough, you heard the knock at your door. You padded across the room in your socks, your oversized pajama pants swishing softly as you walked. Opening the door, you found Nicolas standing there, looking as composed as ever in his tailored suit.
âCome in,â you said with a smile, stepping aside to let him in.
Nicolas entered, his eyes scanning the room before they landed on you. "You look... relaxed."
You gave a soft chuckle, gesturing to your pajamas. âDonât mock the pjâs until youâve tried them.â
He smiled slightly, but there was a hint of emergency in his expression as he took a seat in the armchair across from you. âI know youâve had a lot on your plate lately, but we really need to make a decision.â
You nodded, sitting back down on the couch, hugging a pillow to your chest. âI know⌠Iâve just been avoiding it.â
âAnd I noticed,â he said, pulling out a folder from his briefcase. âBut with the visa expiration approaching, we donât have much time. We need to find someoneâsomeone who understands the situation and wonât make things harder.â
You bit your lip, holding a smile, glancing at the folder in his hands. âYou bought the list?â
He nodded, and handed it over, and you flipped through the names, recognizing some immediately. Athletes, businessmen, even a couple of actors/singers. And then there was Rafe Cameron, his name standing out like a bold headline.
âIâve looked at these,â you said quietly. âI just⌠I donât know who to choose. None of âem feel right.â
Nico leaned forward. âIt's not about right or wrong. Itâs about who can offer the least amount of personal complications and help you secure your residency. Rafe Cameron, for instanceâheâs someone who could benefit from this arrangement as much as you. His reputation needs mending, and this could be a mutually beneficial situation.â
You stared at Rafeâs name, the memories of seeing his name in the news about how much of a womanizer he was⌠Could you really tie yourself to someone like him in a fake marriage?
âAlright, but I need you to help me decide,â you admitted, looking up at him.
He nodded, his expression understanding. âOf course, thatâs why Iâm here. Letâs break it down together and figure out who makes the most sense, not just legally but for your peace of mind.â
Nicolas opened his briefcase again, pulling out more detailed files on the potential candidates. He laid them out neatly on the coffee table, each name with a stack of informationâfinancial records, personal histories, public perceptions. It was all very businesslike.
You leaned forward, looking at the pages in front of you. Each one represented a major decision, a shift in your life you werenât entirely ready to accept, but you knew you didnât have much of a choice.
âLetâs start with the most practical options,â he said, sliding the file on Rafe Cameron toward you. âI know his name has come up before. Heâs wealthy, influential, and⌠well, letâs be honest, he could use a boost to his public image right now. Itâs a good match on paper.â
You stared at Rafeâs name again, tapping the edge of the file with your finger. âYeah, but heâs also a bit of a mess, isnât he? I mean, the media paints him as this⌠whore, and his personal life is always talked about. What if that blows back on me?â
Nicolas raised a brow. âThatâs something to consider, but you also have to think of the benefits. His public image might not be very clean, but heâs powerful. Marrying him would put you in a stable position, and if itâs a business arrangement, his private affairs donât have to concern you.â
You exhaled slowly, still feeling uneasy. Rafe Cameron was trouble, and you knew it. But at the same time, trouble might be exactly what could make this workâfor both of you.
âWhat about the others?â you asked, flipping through the files. âThere has to be someone whoâs⌠less complicated.â
âWell,â he said, tapping another file. âthereâs Owen Turner. Heâs a succesful tech entrepeneur, keeps a low profile. No scandals, no messy reputation. Heâs reliable, but youâll have to approach this differently. Heâs more private, less likely to want his personal life on display.â
âAnd boringâplus, he seems like the type of white guy to want a traditional wife. Like he would expect me to cook for him every night⌠and he has an ugly name.â
âOwen wonât be expecting home-cooked meals, Y/N. Heâs a tech guy; he probably lives on energy drinks and instant ramen,â Nico pointed out, trying to steer you back to the serious topic. âBut if we position it as a legal arrangement, he could see the value in it.â
You sighed, leaning back on the chair. âOkay, maybe Owen is the safer options. But can you imagine our wedding announcement? âSuccesful Tech Entrepeneur Married Famous Model: They Share a Love for Cats and Instant Noodle.ââ
Nico shook his head, trying not to smile. âFocus, please. This is a serious matter.â
âRight, right, sorryâŚâ you said, wavering your hand dismissively. âBut, what do you think about Rafe?â
âRafe Cameron is the most straightforward option,â he said, his tone now more measured. âHeâs already in the public eye, which means there wonât be as much of a shock if youâre suddenly married. Plus, his need for good press aligns with your need for stability.â
âAnd personally?â
He smiled softly, a rare gesture from him. âPersonally, I think you should go with the person you think you can manage.â
You nodded, appreciating his honesty. Staring at the stack of papers in front of you, Rafe Cameronâs name glaring up at you from the top of the list. Every name on the list had its pros and cons, but something about Rafeâs file felt different. Maybe it was the intensity of his media coverage, the scandals, or the way he dominated the headlines for all the wrong reasons. But as much as you hesitated, his name kept pulling you back.
âI know his reputation isn't spotless,â Nico said, sensing your hesitation, âbut in this situation, a clean reputation isnât the priority. You need someone powerful, someone with enough influence to make this arrangement stick without getting tangled up in emotional complications.â
You nodded, again.âBut I donât know if I can handle all the baggage that comes with Rafe Cameron. His public image is a trainwreck. Wouldnât that only complicate things more?â
Nico leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful. âPossibly. But think of it this way: his personal life is already so chaotic that a stable, respectable marriage might be exactly what he needs to repair his image. And thatâs where you come in. Youâd be helping each other.â
Your eyes dropped back down to his file. "Do you think he'd even agree to something like this?"
Nico chuckled softly. âIf thereâs one thing I know about men like Rafe Cameron, itâs that they understand deals. His reputation is hanging by a thread, and a marriage to someone like youâsomeone with a pristine public imageâcould be the ticket to restoring his credibility. Itâs a win-win, really.â
You considered Nicoâs words. He was right. Rafe had everything to gain from a marriage of convenience, just like you. And while his scandals were messy, they didnât define him entirely. He was still an elite athlete, one of the best in the game, and with the right PR strategy, you could both come out looking better.
But the thought of marrying someone like himâa notorious playboy with a history of messy breakupsâmade your stomach churn.
âYou know,â Nico continued, âif this were just about your visa, weâd be having a different conversation. But this is about your entire future. Your career, your freedom to stay here, everything youâve built. Iâm not saying itâs an easy choice, but itâs one worth considering.â
You sighed, the weight of the decision pressing down on you. "What happens if it falls apart? What if things with Rafe go wrong?"
"Thatâs why weâll draft a contract," Nico reassured you. "This wonât be a traditional marriage, Y/N. Youâll both have clear boundaries, and legally, weâll protect your interests. If things go south, youâll be covered."
You stared at the file a little longer, then closed your eyes.Rafe Cameron. He was cocky, possessive, and recklessâeverything you usually avoided. But maybe that was the key. You wouldnât have to worry about him trying to control you or make this anything more than a business transaction.
It would be messy. It would be complicated. But it would also keep you here, in the country youâd fought so hard to call home. And maybe, just maybe, it would be the solution you both needed.
âOkay,â you said softly, your decision finally settling. âIâll do it.â
Nicoâs eyebrows shot up, a little surprised at how quickly youâd made up your mind. âYouâre sure?â
âNo,â you admitted with a weak smile. âBut I think this is the best option. Iâll marry Rafe Cameron.â
Nico nodded, closing the folder with a satisfied smile. âGood. Iâll set up a meeting with him. Weâll get the ball rolling.â
Oh God, you were going to marry Rafe CameronâŚ

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katsukiâs personal life had always been a hot topic of discussion for the media.
he was just so mysterious, whenever a small clip or photo of you two holding hands on an outing popped online it'd trend for the week among not only his fandom, but others.
more accurately, they wanted to know who the gorgeous girl was.
you, who always looked candid. your off guards looking planned as even in your worst moment, you still looked your best.
people who speculated you were a small model, a makeup ambassador, an idol? they didn't know, all they did was that you were way too gorgeous to just be a civilian.
so imagine everyone's surprise when you and him have an interview together, holding hands over the small distance between the two couches.
how they adored your smile, the way you seemed to glow even under the unflattering fluorescent lights.
how they could notice a lot of katsuki's influence in your speech, you covering your mouth for the nth time that interview, cursing almost more than katsuki.
how he looked at you. how you looked at him, how you both still seemed to be flustered by each other even though you'd been dating for years.
you left, hand in hand, then finally noticing the huge ring on your finger.
it was now your turn to be surprised, as the public had grown to adore you. brands, agencies, sponsors all calling and offering sums of money you couldn't count just for an endorsement.
katsuki, who could only laugh as the first one you accepted was one modeling his merch.
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¤PRADA FW25 * MATT STURNIOLO * INSTAGRAM
SUMMARYă::ăwhere Y/N goes to the Prada FW25 show with the triplets and enjoy Milan with her boyfriend, Matt.
FEATURINGăMatt Sturniolo x prada model!readerăREQUESTED?ăno.
WARNINGSă::ănone.
AUTHOR'S NOTEă::ăthat is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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gettyimages MILAN, ITALY - 19TH JANUARY. The Sturniolo's arrive at the Prada fashion show during Milan Menswear Fall/Winter 2025.
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prada Y/N L/N and the Sturniolo Triplets attend the Prada FW25 Menswear Show in Milan, at the Fondazione Prada's Deposito.
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Mystery man | [A.H]
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Supermodel!reader | WC: 1.9k | CW: Fluff, reader is wearing lingerie in a picture at one point
The relentless flashes of cameras were nearly blinding as the black town car came to a halt in front of the venue. You took a moment to steady yourself, exhaling softly before stepping out into the chaos. The city was alive tonight, the buzz of Paris Fashion Week crackling in the evening air like electricity as journalists, media outlets, paparazzi's, and so on had gathered around the velvet ropes to the red carpet.
As you swung one long leg out of the car, the delicate fabric of your gown cascaded in shimmering ripples around you. The dress was a masterpieceâsilk that seemed to flow like water, catching the thousand lights with every movement. Diamond earrings glinted against your skin, and your heelsâcustom-designed, of courseâclicked against the cobblestones as you straightened to your full height.
The crowd outside erupted into a frenzy the moment they spotted you, shouting your name in a symphony of accents, the occasional âover here!â cutting through the noise. You didnât flinch, didnât falter; you were used to this. It was your stage, and you owned it.
But tonight wasnât just about you.
You turned, holding out a hand, and watched as he stepped out of the car.
Aaron Hotchner.
Even in the middle of the whirlwind, he exuded a calm authority that made heads turn. The black suit he wore was impeccably tailored, the kind of understated elegance that spoke volumes without trying too hard. You had insisted on having the designer of your attire make something for him tooâfor the occasion you'd shrugged.
His dark eyes scanned the crowd, not with the excitement of someone dazzled by the spectacle, but with the sharp awareness of a manâan agentâwho didnât miss a thing.
For a moment, you wondered what he was thinking. If he felt out of place or if he was regretting saying yes to your impulsive invitation. But when his gaze shifted to you, the faintest trace of a smile curved his lips, and any doubt disappeared.
You reached for his hand, and when his fingers closed around yours, the crowdâs focus shifted instantly.
âWho is that?â
âIs that her date?â
âOh my God, heâs hot!â
âSomeone get a name!â
The whispers grew louder as the two of you began walking toward the beginning of the carpet. Hotchâs presence next to you was a contrast to your usual presence at these events. Normally you would've given the cameras a little pre-show, before heading inside to get dressed in the collection of the evening.
And where most peopleâeven celebritiesâmight have preened for the cameras in the slowest way possible, he simply carried himself with confidence, his free hand brushing against the edge of his jacket.
When another wave of flashes erupted, he leaned in closer. âThis is... different,â he murmured, his voice so low you could feel it more than hear it.
You glanced up at him, a soft laugh escaping your lips. âDifferent good or different bad?â
He gave you a lookâhalf exasperated, half amused. âLetâs just say Iâm starting to understand why you always come home exhausted after these things.â
Your laugh turned brighter, drawing even more attention from the photographers. âWelcome to my world, Agent Hotchner.â
The questions from the crowd grew more pointed. Someone yelled, âAre you two together?â while another voice called out, âIs this your boyfriend?â
Aaronâs grip on your hand tightened slightly, his thumb brushing over yours as if to steady you both. You could feel his discomfort at the attention, but he didnât let it show outwardly.
As you approached the gilded double doors of the venue, you slowed, tilting your head toward him. âTheyâll figure out who you are by tomorrow,â you said softly with a teasing tone.
He raised a brow. âIs that a warning?â
âMore like a promise.â You smiled, squeezing his hand before leading him inside.
Once the heavy doors shut behind you, the noise from outside faded into a muffled hum. Aaron exhaled, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he looked around the space.
âNow that,â he said, meeting your gaze, âwas intense.â
You couldnât help but laugh, stepping closer to fix his tie, which had shifted slightly during the commotion. âAnd itâs only the beginning.â
The sun had barely begun to stream through the blinds of Garciaâs apartment, casting a soft, golden hue across her kitchen. She hummed quietly to herself, a melody sheâd picked up from the latest show she had managed to binge between cases, as she went about her morning ritual.
Her bright pink robe swished around her as she moved. Everything in her kitchen had just as much personality as her; from the gleaming chrome appliances to the rainbow of coffee pods stacked neatly by her machine.
She hit the button for her usual shot of espresso, the familiar whirring sound filling the room as she reached for her favorite mugâa ceramic cat face with ears that doubled as handles and then turned to her fridge to gather all the fixings.
Her TV, mounted in the corner of her living room and perpetually tuned to a morning show, prattled on in the background. It was her morning white noise, the kind of chatter she half-listened to while focusing on more important things, like perfecting her froth-to-espresso ratio.
â...Paris Fashion Week turned heads last night with more than just couture,â the announcerâs voice chimed, accompanied by upbeat music. âA surprise appearance by a supermodel and her mysterious companion has everyone talking this morning.â
Garcia paused mid-pour, her interest piqued. Her gaze flicked to the screen, where a paparazzi photo filled the frame.
She squinted.
The image showed a stunning figure draped in a flowing gown, her hand firmly clasped in a manâs. His face wasnât entirely visible, but his strong profile and familiar suit cut made Garcia gasp.
âNo. Freaking. Way,â she whispered, her coffee momentarily forgotten.
The announcer continued, the screen now displaying the bold headline:
Supermodel Spotted With Mystery Man at Paris Fashion Week!
The next photo zoomed in on the manâs face, his stoic expression unmistakable.
âOh my God,â Garcia said louder, her hand flying to her mouth. âThatâs Hotch!â
The caption beneath the image confirmed it, sending her brain into overdrive: Mystery Man Identified as Aaron Hotchner, FBI Unit Chief.
Her half-made latte was abandoned on the counter as she scrambled for her phone. âThis is not happening. This is not happening,â she muttered, her fingers flying over the screen until she found the contact she needed.
The phone barely rang before Derek Morganâs voice came through, groggy and unamused. âGarcia, itâs not even eight, Hotch is away there's no need to wake up this earââ
âDid you see it?â she blurted, cutting him off.
âSee what?â
âOur boss!â she shrieked, pacing the length of her kitchen. âHotch! He was at Paris Fashion Week! Holding hands with a supermodel! Itâs on every channel!â
There was a pause, followed by Morganâs skeptical laugh. âYouâve gotta be kidding me. Hotch? Our Hotch?â
âYes, our Hotch! The Aaron Hotchner! Heâs on TV right now looking like James Bond at a runway show!â
Another pause, and then Morganâs full-throated laugh rumbled through the line. âThis I gotta see. Send me the link.â
Garcia was already snapping a picture of the TV screen, muttering under her breath. âI canât believe this. Heâs going to walk into work on Monday like nothing happened. Nothing happened!â
Morganâs voice was rich with amusement. âThink heâll bring her to the office?â
âOh, donât even joke,â Garcia groaned, dramatically flopping onto her couch. âThis is going to be the topic of gossip for weeks. Months. Years! I need answers, Derek. Answers!â
Morganâs chuckle softened. âGood luck getting any. You know how tight-lipped he is.â
Garcia sighed, already plotting her strategy. If anyone could get the inside scoop, it was her.
The streets of Paris were alive with the afternoon bustle as busy Parisians were heading home after a day's work. The sunlight streamed through the wrought-iron balconies and cast warm patterns on the cobblestone streets as the sun started to set. You sat at a small cafĂŠ table nestled in the corner of a quiet terrace, the scent of freshly baked croissants and strong espresso mingling in the air. Across from you, Aaron was the picture of peace, a man who seemed utterly unbothered by the flurry of attention heâd unwittingly garnered in just one night.
On the small table between you sat a glossy gossip magazine, its cover adorned with a candid shot of the two of you from the night before. The headline practically screamed: Supermodelâs Mystery Man: Who Is He? FBI Unit Chief Turns Heads at Paris Fashion Week!
You couldnât help but laugh, the sound light and bubbling as you traced a finger over the grainy image of Hotch, his sharp profile and protective grip on your hand immortalized in print. âTheyâve already printed it,â you said, your tone a mix of amusement and disbelief.
Aaron leaned back in his chair, one leg crossed over the other. His phone buzzed incessantly on the table, the notifications relentless, but he didnât so much as glance at it. Instead, his focus remained entirely on you, his lips curving into a faint smirk.
âTheyâre calling you a âmystery man,ââ you teased, flipping the magazine open to the full-page spread inside. The photos captured every angle of the two of you from last nightâthe hand-holding, the shared smiles, the way he had leaned in to speak to you amidst the chaos of flashing cameras.
âAnd hereâs my personal favorite,â you added, pointing to a particularly flattering shot of him looking utterly smitten as you had walked down the runway in a set of silver lingerie.
Hotchâs dark eyes flicked to the image before returning to yours. âI think I prefer to keep them guessing,â he said, his voice was warm, he knew that wouldn't be the case. He reached for his coffee, the faintest trace of amusement playing at the corners of his mouth.
âHmm,â you mused, tilting your head as you studied him. âNot sure your team agrees.â You nodded toward his phone, which buzzed again with what had to be its twentieth alert in the last ten minutes.
He sighed, a sound more affectionate than exasperated, and finally picked up the device. âGarcia,â he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he read a series of increasingly unbelieving messages. âAnd Morgan,â he added, his smirk deepening.
You rested your chin in your hand, grinning at him. âI told you theyâd find out.â
Hotch set the phone back on the table without responding to the messages, his gaze softening as it met yours. âLet them talk,â he said simply, his voice carrying the conviction you adored. âRight now, Iâm exactly where I want to be.â
Your chest warmed at his words, and you leaned forward, reaching across the table to take his hand. âGood,â you murmured, your thumb brushing over his knuckles. âBecause I wouldnât want you anywhere else.â
For a moment, the world seemed to shrink to just the two of you, the noise and chaos of the city fading into the background below.
âThough,â you added, breaking the moment with a mischievous smile and a wink, âI wouldnât mind seeing you on next yearâs cover of GQ. You know, for the sake of balance.â
Hotch chuckled, the sound so utterly endearing, as he shook his head. âLetâs not get too carried away.â

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a/n: i have a victoria'ssecret!angel!reader for rafe but since the victoria secret show is happening today i was inspired to do character for mr.drew starkey!
the scholar beauty ��� sheâs not just a victoriaâs secret model with a stunning runway presence; sheâs also studying psychology and dreams of making an impact beyond the fashion world. her brains are just as impressive as her beauty, and sheâs fiercely dedicated to her studies. drew loves bragging about how she balances her demanding career with hitting the books. not only does she ace exams, but sheâs also already talking about future plans that go way beyond modeling.
movie night queen â one of her favorite ways to unwind is cozying up to watch movies, especially ones with drew in them. sheâs his biggest fan, always hyping up his roles and being the first to support his projects. whether itâs a rom-com or an action film, she knows every line he delivers and always makes sure they have popcorn ready for a perfect movie night in.
first to like and first to gift â whenever drew posts a new photo, sheâs the first to like itâalways leaving a cute comment to remind him how proud she is. and when he lands a new role, sheâs the first to celebrate. whether itâs a thoughtful gift or just showing up with his favorite snack, she always knows how to make him feel special and appreciated.
their first big public appearance â their debut as a couple was at the queer premiere in venice, turning heads on the red carpet. she looked flawless in a sleek dress, and drew couldnât stop smiling the entire night. it was the first time they really went public with their relationship, and theyâve been the âitâ couple ever since. the world got a taste of their undeniable chemistry that night, and theyâve been inseparable ever since.
where it all began â they met at madelyn clineâs birthday party, and sparks flew immediately. neither of them could take their eyes off each other, and from that night on, theyâve been glued together. despite both their busy schedules, theyâve made it work, making time for each other no matter what. from that first meeting, they knew something special was brewing.
age is just a number â being younger than drew stirred up some media buzz, but they donât let the noise bother them. sheâs confident in their love, and her sweet nature won people over quickly. despite some of the controversy around their age gap, sheâs become a fan favorite with her down-to-earth personality and how sheâs always lifting drew up.
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Hiiii, I love your blog so much. I was wondering if you could do Lando, who's girlfriend is a model. It is during the fashion weeks and she is very exhausted but boyfriend Lando takes care of her and is cheering her on the whole time. Thank you bby đ
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
-xoxo babygirl đ§Ą
Lights, Camera and Flashes



The buzzing chaos of Fashion Month had arrived. Yn was in her element, juggling fittings, rehearsals, and back-to-back shows across New York, London, Milan, and Paris. As the worldâs most sought-after model, her name was on every designerâs list. Each city meant new challenges, new outfits, and new pressures.
âBabe, are you sure youâre okay?â Lando asked as they touched down in New York for the first leg of the month.
Yn, seated beside him on the private jet, turned to give him a smile. âIâm fine, Lando. Just excited. Itâs going to be a long month, but Iâve done this before.â
He raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. âYeah, but this year, youâre in every major show. Youâre human, Yn, not a robot.â
âIâll be fine,â she said firmly, squeezing his hand. âEspecially with you here.â
Lando chuckled. âAlright, but remember, the moment you feel off, you tell me, yeah?â
âYeah,â she promised.
---
New York
The energy in New York was electric. Yn stepped into the first fitting at Alexander Wangâs studio, where she was immediately swarmed by assistants and stylists. Lando stayed close but out of the way, watching her work with awe.
âYouâre staring again,â Yn teased during a break, catching him leaning against the wall with a goofy grin.
âCanât help it,â he replied. âYouâre incredible.â
Show day arrived, and Lando was front and center in the audience, holding a bouquet of red roses. As the music boomed and Yn stepped onto the runway, he couldnât contain himself.
âLetâs go, Yn!â he shouted, drawing amused glances from nearby attendees.
Yn strutted down the runway, her confidence radiant. She caught Landoâs eyes briefly, a small smile tugging at her lips. When the show ended, Lando was waiting backstage with his bouquet, pulling her into a tight hug.
âYou killed it,â he said, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
âThanks, babe.â
But as they exited the venue, they were met by a sea of paparazzi. Lando immediately stepped into protective mode, wrapping his arm around Ynâs waist and glaring at anyone who got too close.
âBack up,â he barked, shielding her with his body.
âLando, itâs okay,â Yn murmured, though she appreciated his protectiveness.
He guided her safely to their car, refusing to let go until they were away from the chaos.
---
London
The second week brought them to London, where Yn had fittings with Burberry and Victoria Beckham. Though she was still riding the high from New York, Lando noticed the subtle changesâher slightly slower pace, the way she leaned on him more often.
âFeeling alright?â he asked one evening as they returned to the hotel.
âYeah,â she replied, but her voice lacked its usual energy.
Lando wasnât convinced. After her first show in London, she came backstage to find him waiting with a massive bouquet of lilies.
âYou didnât have to do this again,â she said, though her smile betrayed how much she loved it.
âOf course, I did. You deserve it.â
The paparazzi were even more aggressive in London, shouting questions and shoving cameras in their faces. Lando tightened his grip on Ynâs hand, his jaw set.
âLando, itâs fine,â she whispered, but he shook his head.
âItâs not fine. They donât get to treat you like this.â
Once they were safely inside their car, Lando turned to her. âYouâre pushing yourself too hard,â he said.
âI can handle it,â she replied softly.
âYou shouldnât have to,â he countered.
---
Milan
By the time they arrived in Milan, Ynâs energy was noticeably lower. Her flawless walk on the runway was still the talk of the industry, but off-stage, she was quieter, more fatigued.
âYouâre not eating enough,â Lando pointed out one morning as she picked at her breakfast.
âIâm just not hungry,â she said.
âYouâre running on fumes, Yn,â he said, his voice filled with concern.
âIâm fine, Lando,â she insisted, though the dark circles under her eyes told a different story.
Lando doubled down on his support, making sure she had everything she needed. After each show, he was there with flowers, helping her navigate the crowds and shielding her from the paparazzi.
When she came back to the hotel after her third show in Milan, she collapsed onto the bed. Lando didnât say a word; he simply ordered room service, drew a bath, and set up her favorite playlist.
âCome on, princess,â he said, lifting her gently. âTime to relax.â
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Paris
By the time they reached Paris, Yn was running on pure determination. Paris Fashion Week was the grand finale, and every major designer wanted her.
Lando could see how hard she was pushing herself, and it worried him.
âYn, you need to slow down,â he said one evening as they walked back to their suite.
âI canât,â she replied, her voice cracking. âThis is the biggest week of the year.â
âAnd youâre the biggest model of the year. Youâve already proven yourself,â he argued. âYour health is more important.â
She didnât respond, but he noticed the tears welling in her eyes.
On the night of her final show, Lando was louder than ever, cheering her on as she walked the runway. When it was over, he met her backstage with the largest bouquet yet.
âYou did it,â he said, pulling her into his arms.
âIâm so tired,â she whispered, tears streaming down her face.
âI know, baby. Iâve got you,â he said, kissing her forehead.
---
When they finally returned to their hotel that night, Lando went all out to pamper her. He ordered her favorite food, prepared a warm bubble bath, and queued up her favorite movie.
âLando,â Yn said as she sank into the bath, âI donât know how to thank you.â
âYou donât have to,â he said, sitting beside the tub. âYouâre my princess, Yn. You deserve the world.â
As the movie played later, Yn curled up in Landoâs arms, her head resting on his chest.
âI couldnât have done this without you,â she murmured, her voice thick with emotion.
âYou donât have to do anything alone,â he replied, brushing a kiss against her temple. âIâll always be here for you.â
Yn drifted off to sleep, the exhaustion of the month finally catching up to her. But with Lando by her side, she felt safe, loved, and completely at peace.
And for Lando, there was no greater honor than being her rock.
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THE CONTRACTED HEART â Rafe Cameron (02)


MASTERLIST | Basketball Player & Model!Female Reader
Summary: Rafe Cameron, a basketball star, needs a marriage to fix his image, while Model!Reader needs one for citizenship. They may be the perfect solution for each other.
Warnings: smut, descriptions of violence, jealousy, usage of drugs, talks about body image/ed, angst, and lots of bickering. Reader is confident, a people-pleaser, has a traumatic past, and is a sunshine with an attitude. Rafe is a whore, possessive, cocky, and secretive about his past.
Word Count: 4.1k
Aliyah's Notes: rafe triple appearances đ i actually rlly like this yk like the pacing and the dynamics are great imo. i hope u all will like it too. reader seems like such a jobless ho in this chap but she's booked and busy yall i promise

As the early morning sunlight streamed through the large windows of your apartment, you stood in front of your full-length mirror, taking a deep breath as she surveyed her reflection. Today was the dayâthe day you would finally meet Rafe Cameron and discuss the terms of your marriage arrangement. The thought made your stomach flutter with a mix of excitement and anxiety.
Despite your bubbling personality, the pressure of the situation weighed heavily on your shoulders. You had spent the past few days steeling yourself for this moment, and now that it was finally here, the reality of it sent your heart racing.
You glanced at your closet, a vibrant array of outfits hanging neatly. You had planned to wear something that screamed âfabulousâ, but time was slipping away from you. You settled on a leopard-print strapless top, pairing it with a denim mini skirt. You slipped on your favorite black heels, which added just the right amount of height and made your legs longer. You grabbed your black Prada bag, a reminder of the success you had fought so hard to achieve.
Despite your nerves, you felt a surge of excitement. This meeting was a step forward resolving your visa issues, and you were determined to make the best of it. You wanted to present yourself as confident, someone who could hold your ownâespecially when facing someone like Rafe Cameron.
You slipped into the back seat of your private car, offering a quick nod to your driver, Gregory. As the engine purred to life, you felt your heart pounding in your ears, each beat amplifying the weight of anticipation.
When you arrived at the law office, your gaze immediately landed on Nicolas, your lawyer. He stood up from his chair and made his way over, exchanging small talk that felt oddly comforting amid the tension. Together, you entered the meeting room, where Rafe and his lawyer were already waiting for you.
Even seated, his presence dominated the space. His broad shoulders, casual posture, and confident smirk that made him look every bit the arrogant athlete you had read about. His lawyer, Sabrina Rashid, sat beside him, a sharply dressed woman who radiated professionalism. Rafe, on the other hand, looked annoyingly relaxed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans.
Well, this made you look overdressed⌠Embarrassing, but you kept your head held high.
Nicolas gestured toward the table. âShall we?â
You slid into the chair opposite Rafe, offering a small nod to his lawyer before turning your attention to him. His blue eyes flickered over you, lingering longer than necessary. You could practically feel his ego inflate with every second.
âYouâre late,â he drawled, breaking the silence. His voice was as cocky as his expression.
You arched a brow, setting your Prada bag on the table with a soft thud. âHello to you tooâand youâre lucky I showed up at all, considering your reputation.â
He smiled. âFeisty. I like that.â
And so, you cringed at his words. You rolled your eyes, refusing to take the bait. âLetâs get to the point, shall we?â
Nico cleared his throat, clearly eager to steer the conversation to business. âYes, well, the purpose of todayâs meeting is to discuss the logistics of the marriage arrangementâspecifically, where youâll be living, financial obligations, and how this will be handled publicly.â
âPublicly?â you repeated, frowning slightly. âI thought this was supposed to be discreet.â
Rafe shrugged. âI donât do discreet, sweetheart.â
You shot him a glare. âI am not your sweetheart.â
âNot yet, but wait âtill weâre married.â
You blinked at him, caught off guard by his audacity, but recovered. âThis isnât going to be like that. Weâre not doing some fake, lovey-dovey routine for the press.â
Rafe leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest. âWho said anything about love? Iâm talking about looking like a normal couple, someone the media canât tear apart every other week. Itâs all about appearances, sweetheart.â
âStop calling me sweetheart.â
âWhatever you say,â he grinned. âPlus, you gotta admit, you and I? Weâd be a headline every day, sweetheart.â
âIs he serioââ
Nico stepped in before you could respond. âAlright, enough. Letâs get back on track.â He glanced at Rafeâs lawyer, who nodded and opened a folder.
âFirst item on the agenda: where will you two be living?â Sabrina asked, her tone professional and no-nonsense. âGiven that this marriage is primary for legal purposes, we need to establish residency. For it to be legitimate, you will need to live together.â
You shot a look at Rafe, who was already smirking like heâd won some kind of silent argument. âIâm not moving in with him,â you said flatly.
âYou think Iâm thrilled about having a roommate? Especially one who probably spends hours in front of the mirror.â
You crossed your arms. âI do not.â
Lies.
âOh, please. Youâre a model. You probably have a different skincare for every day of the week.â
âAnd itâs supposed to be a bad thing becauseâŚ?â You frowned. âYou should take exemple. You look like you wash your face with body soap.â
Nico pinched the bridge of his nose. âLetâs focus, kids.â
Rafeâs lawyer continued, ignoring the banter. âYouâll need to appear as though youâre cohabiting. If not, immigration authorities will become suspicious, and the arrangement could fall apart.â
You narrowed your eyes at Rafe. âWhere do you live, anyway?â
He learned forward, resting his elbows on the table. âIâve got a place in SoHo. Penthouse. Nice view, great amenities. Itâs got plenty of space for you to do⌠whatever it is models do.â
âFunny, I have my place in the Upper East Side. And I am not giving it up.â
He raised an eyebrow. âUpper East Side, huh? Posh.â
âI earned it.â
âWell, weâll need to figure something out,â Sabrina interjected smoothly. âBut you need to live together. In one place.â
Rafe looked amused. âYou can have the closet space. Iâm a sweet guy like that.â
âHow generous,â you muttered, turning back to the lawyers. âFine. We can do the whole âliving in one place togetherâ thing. But I need time off, to stay at my place once in a while.â
Rafe winked. âWouldnât want to cramp your style.â
You ignored him. âWhat about finances? How is this going to work?â
Nico pulled out his own folder. âWeâve drafted a preliminary agreement outlining financial contributions from both parties. Itâs important that this marriage appears legitimate, so we suggest pooling certain expensesâutilities, rent or mortgage payments, and shared household costs. This can be done through a joint account, which will be monitored to ensure the marriage looks genuine.â
You could feel Rafeâs eyes on you, and you shot him a look. âA joint account? I hope youâre not expecting me to pay for your post-game drinks?â
He chuckled. âRelax. Iâve got more money than you can spend in a lifetime. The joint account is just for show. But if you want to chip in for groceries, I wonât stop you.â
âOh, how noble of you,â you replied dryly.
Nico glanced between you and Rafe, clearly trying to keep the conversation on track. âThis account will cover all necessary shared expensesâbills, groceries, and any incidentals that may arise from your living arrangements. Itâll help maintain the appearance of a genuine marriage.â
Sabrina nodded in agreement. âExactly. As for your individual assets, those will remain separate. No need to worry about your personal finances getting tangled up.â
You relaxed a little at that. âGood.â
âAnd what about public appearances?â Rafe asked, sounding surprisingly serious. âHow often do we need to do the whole âhappy coupleâ thing?â
Nico exchanged a look with Rafeâs lawyer. âYouâll need to be seen together frequently enough to make it believable, but not so much that it seems forced. A few key eventsâcharity galas, public outingsâwill suffice. Itâs important that you strike a balance.â
Rafe shrugged. âIâve got games, events, plenty of opportunities to be seen.â
You sighed. âI have shoots, fashion shows, and meetings. Weâre both busy.â
âSounds like weâll have to schedule our love life,â he quipped, flashing you a grin that made you want to throttle at him.
You gave him a sweet smile. âGood thing itâs not real.â
He laughed, and for a second, the tension in the room eased.
Nico shuffled his papers. âThereâs one more thing to discussâmedia coverage. Given that Mr. Cameron is already in the spotlight, itâs important to control the narrative.â
Sabrina continued; âWeâll need to issue a carefully crafted statement once the marriage is official. Something that explains how you met, why youâre together, and addresses any potential rumors before they can spiral out of control.â
âA public statement?â You cringed at the thought.
âItâs necessary,â Nico said. âIf this looks like a publicity stunt, it could raise red flags with immigration.â
Rafe leaned back in his chair, looking far too relaxed for the situation. âDonât worry, weâll make it believable. Iâm great with the media.â
âYeah, thatâs exactly what worries me,â you muttered.
He smirked. âCome on, sweetie. Weâll be the hottest couple in New York. Think of the headlines.â
âIâd rather not,â you moved your hands dismissively.
The lawyer continued discussing the finer details of the arrangementâcontract clauses, confidentiality agreements, and timelines. You zoned out for a moment, your eyes drifting back to Rafe. Despite his infuriating attitude, there was something about him. Something that made you feel like this might not be the worst decision after all.
âI hope youâre prepared for the spotlight,â he said suddenly, snapping you back to reality. âThe mediaâs gonna eat this up.â
You arched a brow. âPlease. Iâve been in the spotlight longer than you have, and with far less drama.â
He grinned. âWeâll see about that.â
You leaned forward, meeting his gaze head-on, the space between you suddenly charged. âIâm not one of your little fangirls, Rafe. You might charm the media, but youâre not charming me.â
His smirk faltered, just for a second, replaced by something darker, more intense. His gaze dipped, lingering on your exposed cleavage, heat flaring in his eyes. You felt a spark, your breath catching as your own eyes betrayed you, flickering to his lipsâpink, curved, and way too tempting for your liking. The air between you thickened, crackling with an unspoken challenge, the playful banter giving way to something far more dangerous.
Rafeâs tongue flicked out to wet his lips, and for a moment, you forgot where you were, the weight of his stare pulling you in. The thought of what it would feel like to wipe that cocky grin off his faceâor maybe even taste itâflickering through your mind.
But then Nico cleared his throat, shattering the moment like glass, and you quickly sat back, your heart racing as you wrenched your gaze away from Rafeâs.
âSo, we have a deal?â Rafe asked, cutting through the tension.
You glanced at Nico, who gave you a subtle nod of reassurance. With a deep breath, you turned to Rafe and extended your hand. âYes, we do.â
His hand clasped yours, warm and firm. âLooking forward to being your husband, sweetheart.â
âLooking forward to not being your wife,â you rolled your eyes, pulling your hand back. âThis is purely business. Donât get any ideas.â
âWhatever you say, wife.â

The next few days passed in a blur of contracts, legal jargon, and meetings with Nico, Sabrina, and Rafe. You had signed your life awayâwell, not really your life, but it certainly felt like it.
You were lounging in your Upper East Side apartment, scrolling through Instagram when your phone buzzed.
Rafe Cameron.
Just seeing his name made your stomach tighten with a mix of irritation and something else you couldnât quite place. Hesitantly, you opened the message.
Rafe: âWhen do you plan on moving in?â
You stared at the screen for a second before typing.
You: âIâm not even packed yet⌠what the hell.â
Rafe: âWhat you waiting for? Youâre not chickening out, are you, sweetheart?â
There it was againâsweetheart. That nickname got on your nerves, but you were determined not to let him get under your skin (although he already did).
You: âStop calling me that, and also I have a job and a life. I canât just drop everything to move into your stinky place.â
Rafe: âIâm offering help.â
You snorted at your phone. Right, because Rafe Cameron would actually help you pack your boxes.
You: âWhat are you gonna do? Carry my shoes for me?â
Rafe: âIf it gets you here faster, then sure. Iâll be here tomorrow.â
Your eyes widened. Was he serious? You couldnât picture Rafe Cameron, basketball star and all-around cocky jerk, standing in your apartment, packing boxes and loading them into a truck. The mental image alone was laughable.
You: âWait! No!â
Rafe: âWhy no? You need a few more days to decide on what to pick?â
You: âJerk.â
Rafe: ":)"
You: âAnd I canât move in yet. We need to make a public appearance and get married before I start packing and do all the move-in things.â
There was a pause before his response came through.
Rafe: âFair.â
You: âExcited to live with me, am I right?â
Rafe: âProjecting much?â
You: âYou wish.â
Rafe: âDitto, sweetheart.â
You rolled your eyes. You quickly clicked on the rolling eyes emoji as a response and threw your phone onto the couch, not wanting to keep talking to him.

The next morning, you blinked your eyes open, greeted by the familiar warmth of your apartment, and for a fleeting moment, you forgot about everything. The visage, the arrangement, the pressure, the stress, immigration, Rafe Cameronâall of it felt distant, like a strange dream.
But then reality settled back in.
You groaned softly, burying your face into your pillow for a second longer before sighing and throwing off the covers. Today was yet another meeting with the lawyers, and you already were over it.
You knew marriage was a lot of papers and documents, but you truly didnât think it was this much.
Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you padded across the plush carpet to your closet, glancing at the outfits hanging neatly in a row. Usually, your first thought would be what designer outfit to wear today but you couldnât muster the energy to care this morning. Today wasnât about looking fabulous; it was about getting down to business, and you didnât care how you looked because youâd be stuck in a room for hours with two lawyers and your future husband.
Future husband⌠God, how weird was it to say that about a man you didnât even know.
Instead of focusing on it, you reached for a pair of soft gray sweatpants and a simple white tank top. You pulled a thick, cozy grey cardigan over your shoulders, its warmth a small comfort against the stress building in your mind.
As you made your way to the kitchen, your phone buzzed on the countertop, and for a moment, you thought it might be Rafe. But no, it was just a reminder from Nico about the meeting. You sighed, grabbed a cup of coffee, slipped into the backseat of your car and headed to the law office.

The law office was as sleek and imposing as everâpolished wood, glass walls, and the faint scent of coffee lingering in the air. You stepped into the conference room, finding Nicolas and Sabrina already seated at the table, a stack of papers in front of them. They looked up and offered polite smiles as you entered.
âMorning,â you said, taking a seat and smoothing the sleeves of your cardigan.
âMorning, Y/N,â Nico replied, his tone friendly but businesslike. âHowâre you feeling?â
You hesitated, offering a half-hearted smile. âA bit nervous and tired, I guess. But ready to get things moving.â
Nico nodded, glancing at the empty seat beside you before opening his mouth to speak, but Sabrina beat him to it.
âHello, Ms. Y/L/N, just to let you knowâRafe wonât be joining us today.â
Your heart sank, but you tried not to show it. âOh? Whyâs that?â
âLast-minute practice session,â she explained, her tone casual. âIt was unavoidable, apparently. He couldnât get out of it.â
You nodded slowly, processing the information. It wasnât that you were angryâjust⌠bothered. This was an important meeting, after all. Even though this marriage was fake, it still involved a lot of big decisions. Decisions you didnât feel comfortable making without him.
âOkay,â you said after a moment. âI guess weâll have to catch him up later, then.â
Sabrina gave you a sympathetic look. âIâll make sure heâs informed about everything. I know itâs frustrating, but Rafeâs schedule can be pretty unpredictable.â
âI get it,â you replied with a shrug, trying to convince yourself it wasnât that big of a deal. âItâs just... this is important, you know? It wouldâve been nice to have him here for this.â
âI understand,â Sabrina said gently. âAnd Iâll make sure heâs fully briefed on everything. Heâs committed to this, even if it doesnât always seem that way.â
You nodded, still feeling a bit unsettled but trying to brush it off. He was used to a chaotic schedule, and you couldnât expect him to drop everything for every meeting. But still... you couldnât shake the slight discomfort gnawing at you.
âOkay,â you said, trying to focus on the task at hand. âSo, whatâs the plan for today?â
Nico flipped through the stack of papers in front of him. âWeâve got a lot to cover. First off, the wedding itself. We need to finalize a date, and given your visa situation, weâre looking at a timeline of about three weeks.â
âThree weeks?!â you exclaimed, immediately covering your mouth with your hand. It was sooner than youâd expected, but you understood the urgency. âSorry.â
âItâs alright,â Nico said, waving his hands. âWe need to move quickly. The sooner the marriage is official, the sooner we can start the immigration process. And in the meantime, you and Rafe will need to be seen together publiclyâon dates, outings, and even social media.â
You chewed the inside of your cheek, feeling a little overwhelmed. âPublic appearances... right. How often are we talking?â
âEnough to make it believable,â Sabrina took over. âWe donât want to overwhelm you, but itâs important that youâre seen together frequently. A few key public outings, some posts on social mediaâitâll help establish the narrative that youâre a real couple.â
You nodded. âAnd Rafeâs on board with all of this?â
âHe is,â Sabrina reassured you. âWeâve discussed it, and he knows whatâs required.â
âOkay,â you said, feeling a bit more reassured but still uneasy. The idea of staging your life for the public was daunting. It wasnât just about attending a few events or posting picturesâit was about selling the image of a relationship that didnât exist. And with Rafe not even here for the planning, you couldnât help but feel a little disconnected from it all.
You smiled faintly. âIt just feels... strange, doing all of this without Rafe. I mean, I know itâs a fake marriage, but it would still be nice to have him involved, you know?â
âI understand,â Sabrina said. âItâs not ideal, but Rafeâs committed to this. His schedule is unpredictable right now, but that doesnât mean heâs not invested in making this work.â
You nodded, trying to take comfort in her words. Maybe Rafeâs absence wasnât a sign of disinterestâmaybe it was just bad timing.
Nico continued, flipping through the papers. âLetâs move on to the wedding itself. Have you given any thought to what kind of ceremony you want?â
âHonestly, I havenât thought about it at all.â
âAlright,â Nico said, nodding.
âA small ceremony,â you echoed, thinking it over. âIt⌠It could be nice, no? That could workâbut shouldnât Rafe have a say in this?â
âHe will,â Nico assured you. âMrs. Rashid will loop him in on everything. But for now, we need to focus on logistics. The venue, the guest list, the timelineâitâs all about making sure everything looks legitimate to immigration.â
âOkay. Letâs go with the small ceremony, then. But Iâd still like Rafeâs input before we make any final decisions,â you said softly, your cheeks warming slightly.
âOf course,â both lawyers said with a smile.
The conversation shifted to the finer detailsâthe venue, the guest list, the timing of public appearances. It felt more like planning an elaborate PR campaign than a wedding, but you tried to stay focused. Every decision was one step closer to securing your future, even if it didnât feel real.

The meeting felt like a marathon. You exhaled a long, tired sigh, your head spinning with wedding details and timelines. You couldnât help but glance at your phone again, half-expecting a message from Rafe. But there was nothing. He was at practice, wrapped up in whatever game plan his team was working on.
You adjusted the strap of your tote bag and pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself as you headed for the door. But as you opened it, you stopped short, nearly walking straight into someone standing just outside.
âWhoaââ A familiar voice interrupted your thoughts, and you blinked up to see Rafe Cameron standing there, leaning against the doorframe, as if he had been waiting for you.
âRafe?â you blurted out, surprise laced in your voice. You hadnât expected him to be here, especially after Sabrina said he wouldnât make it.
He straightened up quickly, looking just as startled as you. âY/N⌠uh, hey. Iâuh, Iâm sorry I missed the meeting,â he stammered, his usual confident demeanor slipping for a moment. âI couldnât miss practiceâŚâ
You stood there, momentarily frozen. It wasnât like him to stutterâand it threw you off. âOh⌠right. Yeah, no, itâs fine, donât worry. Sabrina said you had practice,â you said, trying to brush off the awkwardness.
He shifted his weight, his hands sliding into his pockets. âYeah, I, uh⌠tried to make it, but, you know⌠basketball.â
You nodded slowly, still surprised that he had actually shown up. âWell, the meetingâs over. Sabrina said sheâll catch you up on what we discussed.â
âRight, yeah, Iâll talk to her,â he mumbled.
âYeah, so... goodbye?â
âGoodbye,â he said, looking down at the floor for a second before glancing back at you. There was a brief, awkward silence that stretched between the two of you. Neither of you moved, though you werenât sure why.
Finally, Rafe cleared his throat, and his gaze flickered over your outfit. A slow smirk crept onto his face, his familiar cockiness returning. âSo... whatâs with the sweatpants and cardigan? Didnât know you had it in you to dress so casually.â
You blinked at him, caught off guard by the teasing tone. âExcuse me?â
He shrugged, his smirk widening. âJust saying... itâs not exactly the runway look I was expecting from a supermodel.â
You felt a laugh bubble up in your throat before you could stop it. âYouâre one to talk, Mr. I-show-up-in-a-T-shirt-to-a-business-meeting,â you shot back, your lips curving into a smile.
Rafeâs eyes lit up slightly, surprised by your reaction. It was the first time you had actually laughed at something he said, and for a moment, he just stared at you, taking in the sound. Cute, he thought to himself, the word slipping into his mind unbidden.
âAt least my T-shirt was designer. This,â he flicked his gaze over your cardigan, âlooks like something you stole from your grandmaâs closet.â
You gasped, feigning offense. âI happen to like this cardigan, thank you very much. Itâs cozy.â
He grinned. âCozy, is it? Guess youâre preparing for the life of domestic bliss weâre about to have. How cute.â
You shook your head, fighting another smile. âFunnyâlike you even know the meaning of domestic bliss.â
He tilted his head, his smirk never faltering. âWho says I donât? I could be all about the cozy life. You donât know me.â
You arched a brow. âReally? You? In sweatpants, lounging on a couch, binge-watching Netflix?â
âI can be a homebody if I want to,â he said, shrugging, though the teasing glint in his eyes told you he wasnât being serious. âGive me some credits, alright? I can rock sweatpants.â
âIâll believe it when I see it.â
âMaybe you will. Youâll be living with me soon enoughââ you froze slightly at that reminder, and your smile wavered. He noticed the shift and cleared his throat. âAnyway, Iâll make sure to show up to the next meeting. Promise.â
You gave him a small nod, still smiling. âYouâd better.â
He nodded, and for the first time since youâd met, there was no teasing in his expressionâjust quiet understanding. You gave him one last look before heading down the hall, feeling the warmth of your laugh still lingering in the air between you.
And Rafe stood there watching you walk away, thinking about how cute your laugh wasâand how much he wanted to hear it again.

chapter three
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HEAR ME OUT! You can do this when you arenât busy. But Theo with a model!gf!Reader. I had this idea while listening to model edit audios and the thought of Theodore with a model gf seems so realđ
HARRY POTTER MASTERLIST!
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i love this concept sm , the great hall was abuzz with the usual morning chatter as students filled in for breakfast. theodore nott sat among his friends at the slytherin table, a magazine open before him. the glassy cover displayed a stunning picture of you, his model girlfriend, your striking features and confident pose making you the centerpiece of the latest fashion trends.
mattheo, enzo, blaise, draco, and pansy were engaged in their own conversation, but theoâs attitude was glued to the magazine. he traced his fingers over the image of you, a mixture of pride and irritation brewing within him.
âcan you believe this?â theo muttered under his nose, finally looking up to address his friends. âi bet some gits are wanking their shit to this magazine because of her.â
mattheo snorted, glancing over at the cover with a smirk gracing his face. âjealous much, nott?â
theo rolled his eyes and closed the magazine with a loud snap! âitâs not just jealousy. itâs the principle of it. she deserves better than to be ogled by every creep who buys it.â
âyou bought it,â enzo exclaimed while chewing on his toast.
pansy smirked as she snatched the magazine from theoâs reach and openly gazed at the displayed picture of you, not hiding the way she was checking you out. âwell, you canât blame them. she does look amazing.â
before theo could come up with a retort of his own, the subject of their conversation walked into the great hall. you were a vision of effortless beauty, even in your school robes, and your presence seemed to command attention without you even trying. you caught sight of your boyfriend and your friends, your face lighting up with a radiant smile.
as you approached the slytherin table, theoâs irritation melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest. you slid into the seat next to him, leaning over to plant a kiss on his cheek.
âmorning.â
âgood morning.â
blaise leaned in, a teasing glint in his eyes. "theo was just saying how jealous he gets, thinking about all those boys fawning over you."
you raised an eyebrow and looked at theo with a playful smile. "jealous, huh?"
theo shrugged while a sheepish smirk formed on his face. "can you blame me? look at you."
you kissed him again, this time on the lips and lingering a bit longer. "you're sweet, theo. but you don't have to worry. i'm all yours."
pansy rolled her eyes, though her expression showed she was everything but annoyed. she cherished seeing her friends happy for once. "alright, lovebirds. can we eat now?"
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TAKE YOUR PAIN AWAY ; quinn hughes.

⥠・ďžď˝Ľ pair: quinn hughes x fmc (madison, cindy kimberly face claim)
⥠・ďžď˝Ľ word count: 52.1k
⥠・ďžď˝Ľ synopsis: before becoming a world-known model, madison carter was someone else. she was quinn hughesâ best friend, and he was her favorite person in the world. until things changed and nothing was ever the same.
⥠・ďžď˝Ľ what to expect: nsfw, childhood-friends-to-lovers, famous model fmc, hurt/comfort, shitty family but also! found family, angst, happy ending.
â authorâs note: for young me, and for all the people who once thought that what they had wasnât enough. spoiler alert, it was.
nhl masterlist.
â theme song: you too by chase atlantic.
main female character:
Madison Carter

â âdo you know how much pain it took to make me this kind?â.
â makes the best blueberry pie in the entire world.
â does it smell like vanilla? spectacular give me fourteen of âem right now.
â dog lover.
â #1 fan of chocolate chip pancakes and gravity falls.
before you read.
0. warnings;
00. meet madison carter;
00.1. the first time you saw quinn;
00.2. the first time quinn brought you to his house;
00.3. the last time you and quinn saw each other;
chapters.
𧡠chapter one
𧡠chapter two
𧡠chapter three
𧡠chapter four
𧡠chapter five
𧡠chapter six
𧡠chapter seven
𧡠chapter eight
𧡠chapter nine
𧡠chapter ten
𧡠chapter eleven
𧡠chapter twelve
𧡠chapter thirteen
𧡠epilogue
after you read:
smau | quinn and madison through the years
#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes#quinn hughes x y/n#quinn hughes x oc#quinn hughes x you#quinn hughes x model!fmc#quinn hughes angst#quinn hughes au#quinn hughes fic#TYPA#qh43#vancouver canucks#canucks#canucks hockey#vancouver canucks x oc#vancouver canucks fic#vancouver canucks imagine
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VICTORIAS SECRETâ steve rogers
WARNINGS: smut
Steve Rogers was used to surprises. Time travel? Sure. Aliens? No problem. But the one thing he never saw coming was his girlfriend keeping a secret this big.
You had been dating for a few months now, and while Steve was perceptive, he was also a gentlemanâmeaning he never pried too much into your career. You had told him you worked in fashion, and he had taken it at face value, picturing you behind the scenes: maybe as a stylist or a designer. Never once had he imagined you were the one on the runway.
So when you invited him to your latest fashion event, he accepted with a smile, completely unaware of what was in store.
âJust a little show,â you had said nonchalantly. âIt would mean a lot if you came.â
Of course, he had agreed instantly. Supporting you was a given.
Thatâs how Steve Rogersâformer Captain America, super soldier, Brooklynâs ownâfound himself sitting front row at a Victoriaâs Secret Fashion Show, surrounded by flashing cameras, celebrities, and a sea of impossibly gorgeous women strutting down the catwalk in delicate lace and silk.
To say he was stunned would be an understatement.
His blue eyes widened as the realization hit him like a freight train. You were a model. And not just any modelâa Victoriaâs Secret Angel.
A hush fell over the crowd as the lights dimmed for the next set. Music pulsed through the venue, and suddenly, there you were.
Steve swore his heart stopped.
Dressed in a sultry, lace ensemble, your wings framing you like something ethereal, you walked with effortless grace. Confidence radiated off you, your expression poised yet alluring.
And thenâyour eyes locked onto his.
Steve felt his throat go dry. He was certain his ears were burning, but he couldnât look away. The little smirk playing on your lips told him everything.
You knew exactly what you were doing.
As you reached the edge of the runway, you gave him the briefest wink before pivoting and walking back, leaving him reeling.
Bucky, who had somehow ended up in the seat beside him, leaned in with an amused chuckle. âYou good, pal? You look like you just walked into battle without a shield.â
Steve blinked, exhaling sharply as he raked a hand through his hair. âSheâshe never told me.â
âThat sheâs a model?â
âThat sheâs this kind of model.â His voice was hoarse, filled with a mix of awe, admiration, and something else entirely.
Bucky smirked, patting his shoulder. âWell, Rogers, looks like youâve been dating an Angel and didnât even know it.â
Steve barely heard him. His focus was entirely on you.
And the second this show was overâhe and you were going to have a very interesting conversation.
The second the show ended, Steve was already on his feet.
He maneuvered through the crowd with practiced ease, ignoring the lingering flashes of cameras and the murmurs of models and celebrities. He had only one thing on his mindâyou.
Backstage was a whirlwind of chaos. Makeup artists, designers, and models fluttered about in silk robes, celebrating the success of the night. But the moment you spotted Steve, standing rigid with those piercing blue eyes locked onto you, a thrill shot down your spine.
You had expected surprise. You had even expected mild disbelief. But what you hadnât expected was this particular lookâhalf awe, half something darker.
âSteve,â you greeted smoothly, pulling the tie of your robe a little tighter. âEnjoy the show?â
He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. âThat depends. Are we gonna talk about the fact that my girlfriend is a Victoriaâs Secret Angel, and I had no damn clue?â
You chuckled, stepping closer. âI donât know, Rogers. You handled finding out about aliens and time travel just fine. But this?â You gestured down at yourself. âThis one got you, huh?â
His jaw tightened, and you swore you saw his Adamâs apple bob as his gaze flickered down, just for a second. âYou couldâve told me.â
âWould you have come if I had?â
Steve hesitated. You had him there.
âYou always thought I worked in fashion,â you continued, tilting your head. âI just never corrected you.â
His arms crossed over his broad chest, his stance unwavering. âThatâs called lying by omission, sweetheart.â
You grinned, stepping even closer until you were toe-to-toe with him. The backstage chaos faded into white noise as the tension crackled between you.
âYou mad?â you murmured, trailing a finger down the buttons of his shirt.
His breath hitched.
âNo,â he admitted, voice rough. âJustââ He exhaled, his large hands landing firmly on your waist, fingers pressing into the soft silk of your robe. âJesus, doll. You nearly gave me a heart attack out there.â
You smirked, looping your arms around his neck. âI think you handled it just fine. AlthoughâŚâ Your lips brushed the shell of his ear as you whispered, âYou shouldâve seen your face when I winked at you.â
Steve groaned, his grip on you tightening. âYou did that on purpose.â
âOf course I did.â
His fingers skimmed your lower back, pulling you just a fraction closer. His voice dropped to something that sent heat straight to your core. âYouâre enjoying this way too much.â
âMaybe.â You brushed a slow kiss to his jaw. âBut so are you.â
His sharp inhale told you all you needed to know.
Buckyâs voice suddenly cut through the haze. âAlright, lovebirds. Get a room. Preferably not this one, because half of New York is watching.â
You laughed softly against Steveâs skin, but he just turned, leveling Bucky with a glare. âYou got somewhere else to be, Barnes?â
Bucky smirked. âNah, I think Iâll stick around. Watching Cap get flustered is gold.â
Steve sighed, turning back to you. âWeâre leaving.â
His fingers laced with yours, firm and possessive, as he all but guided you toward the exit.
As you followed, you leaned in, voice sultry and teasing. âAnd where exactly are we going, Captain?â
Steveâs smirk was slow, his voice laced with promise. âHome. Where you and I are really gonna talk about this.â
Your stomach flipped at the look in his eyes.
Maybeâjust maybeâkeeping this little secret had been entirely worth it.
The car ride home was charged.
Steve hadnât said much since pulling you out of the venue. He sat beside you in the backseat, one arm slung casually over the seat, the other resting on his thigh. But there was nothing casual about the way his fingers tapped against his knee or the way his jaw remained clenched, as if he were forcing himself to keep his thoughts in check.
You, on the other hand, were thriving on the tension.
With a playful smirk, you turned to him. âYouâve been quiet.â
Steve flicked his eyes toward you. âJust thinking.â
âAbout?â
His fingers twitched. âAbout how my girlfriend walked in front of a few million people in nothing but lace and a pair of wingsâwithout telling me first.â
You bit back a grin. âAh. That.â
âYes. That.â
You tilted your head. âLet me guessâyou didnât like it?â
His blue eyes darkened. âThatâs not the problem.â
Your pulse jumped.
Steve sighed, running a hand through his hair before finally looking at you fully. âYouâre⌠you. Of course, you looked incredible. Thatâs not what got me.â
You arched a brow. âThen what did?â
He leaned in, his voice low. âEvery single guy in that room was looking at you like that.â
Your smirk grew. âThat?â
His jaw ticked. âLike they wanted you.â
You hummed, tilting your body slightly toward him. âBut they donât have me.â
Steveâs nostrils flared.
The car slowed as the driver pulled up to your apartment. Steve was out first, rounding the car before you even reached for the handle. He opened the door for you, his hand immediately settling against the small of your back as he guided you toward the building.
His touch was warm. Firm.
Possessive.
The second you stepped inside your apartment, he closed the door behind you, locking it with a soft click.
You barely had a second to turn before Steve was on you.
He pressed you gently but firmly against the door, his hands bracing on either side of you. His scentâclean, masculine, laced with a hint of cologneâwrapped around you as his broad frame towered over yours.
Your breath hitched.
His voice was low, steady. âYou enjoy driving me insane, donât you?â
Your fingers trailed up his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath. âA little bit.â
He huffed out a quiet laugh, but his eyes burned with something deeper. âYouâre impossible.â
You grinned. âAnd yet, here you are.â
Steveâs hand brushed down your arm, his fingers skimming the silk of your robe. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles on your wrist, the feather-light touch sending a shiver up your spine.
âDo you have any idea what you did to me tonight?â he murmured.
Your pulse pounded. âWhy donât you tell me, Captain?â
His breath fanned against your cheek as he leaned in, lips just shy of yours. âOh, sweetheartâŚâ His voice was a promise. A warning.
And thenâhis lips were on yours.
The kiss was slow at first, teasing. But when you sighed against his mouth, melting into him, something in him snapped.
His hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers tangled in his hair as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing you further into the door.
You gasped when his lips trailed down, skimming your jaw, your throat. âSteveââ
âHmm?â His lips hovered over your pulse point.
You shivered. âYouâre not mad at me, are you?â
He chuckled against your skin. âNo, sweetheart.â His fingers traced the silk of your robe, toying with the belt. âBut you are in trouble.â
Heat pooled in your stomach. âOh?â
His lips ghosted over yours once more, his blue eyes dark and smoldering.
âOh.â
Your breath hitched as Steveâs fingers toyed with the knot of your silk robe, his touch feather-light yet deliberate. His lips barely brushed against yoursâteasing, waiting.
Your heart pounded. âWhat kind of trouble are we talking about?â
Steveâs smirk was slow, wicked. âThe kind where you make me lose my mind in public and I return the favor in private.â
Your stomach flipped.
His hand traced down your side, dragging along the soft silk, his fingertips igniting heat beneath your skin. âYou knew exactly what you were doing tonight, didnât you?â
You grinned. âI mightâve had an idea.â
His other hand cupped your jaw, tilting your face up to him. âWatching you up there, knowing everyone was looking at youâŚâ His voice was rough, laced with something darker. âI wonât lie, sweetheart. It got to me.â
You bit your lip, eyes dancing with mischief. âYou jealous, Captain?â
His fingers tightened ever so slightly on your waist. âNot jealous.â His lips brushed the shell of your ear as he murmured, âPossessive.â
A shiver ran down your spine.
His hands slid to your hips, gripping just enough to make you gasp. âYou walked that runway like you owned the world,â he murmured, his nose skimming your jaw. âLike you knew every man in that room wanted you.â
Your lips curled. âMaybe I was thinking about someone specific.â
His breath hitched. âYeah?â
You nodded, threading your fingers through his hair, tugging lightly. âMaybe I was wondering how fast my boyfriend would drag me home the second the show ended.â
Steve groaned, his forehead pressing against yours for a beat. His control was slipping, and you loved it.
âI should make you pay for that,â he muttered.
You grinned. âAnd how exactly do you plan to do that?â
His blue eyes darkened, a slow smirk tugging at his lips.
âOh, sweetheartâŚâ His fingers curled around the belt of your robe, giving it a slow, deliberate tug.
âIâll show you.â
Steveâs eyes were dark with desire as he scooped you up effortlessly, his arms strong as he carried you toward the bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, feeling the heat between you escalate. He kicked the door open with his foot and gently lowered you onto the bed. His gaze never left you, a quiet, burning intensity in his eyes as he followed you down.
His hands roamed over your body, exploring every curve, every dip and rise, as if he were savoring the moment. He took his time, undressing you slowly, deliberatelyâpiece by pieceâlike he was uncovering a masterpiece. Every inch of skin revealed made his touch more reverent, more eager.
âYouâre perfect,â he muttered, eyes tracing the lines of your body. His fingers lingered on your skin, worshiping every contour, every soft curve. âYouâre more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.â
You shivered under his touch, biting your lip as his hands slid lower, brushing against your chest. His thumb brushed over your nipple, sending a shockwave of pleasure straight to your core. A loud moan escaped you, your back arching involuntarily.
âSteve⌠pleaseâŚâ Your voice was breathless, needy.
His lips found your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, âIâve got you, baby. Just relax.â His hand moved lower, tracing your body as though he couldnât get enough.
He paused, pulling away just long enough to reach into his pocket, pulling out a condom and tearing the wrapper with practiced ease. His eyes never left yours as he prepared, his expression filled with something feral. You could feel your pulse racing in anticipation.
When he finally positioned himself above you, he slid inside slowly, filling you completely. The sensation was unlike anything you had ever experiencedâstretching you, filling you in ways that made your breath catch. You gasped, your nails digging into his back as you adjusted to the fullness of him.
Steve groaned, his voice low and strained. âGod, you feel so good.â He moved slowly at first, savoring every inch of connection. But as you urged him on, your body begging for more, he picked up the pace, the rhythm between you growing frantic, desperate.
Every thrust hit spots you didnât even know existed, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine. It was overwhelming, the waves of ecstasy crashing down on you, filling you with a sensation that made your entire body tremble.
âSteve⌠donât stop. Please,â you gasped, your voice shaky. âI need you. Now.â
His name tumbled from your lips in a desperate cry, louder with each passing second, and when he finally brought you over the edge, your body tensed as the pleasure consumed you. The connection between you two felt like the very air around you was crackling with electricity.
Steveâs pace faltered, his body shuddering as he reached his own release. He collapsed beside you, pulling you close, his breath ragged, his forehead pressed against yours.
âThat⌠was beyond anything I ever thought possible,â he breathed, his hands still running over your skin as if to remind himself that you were real, right there with him.
You smiled softly, still catching your breath. âI donât think Iâll be walking straight for days,â you teased, though your heart was still racing from the intensity of it all.
Steve chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âGood. Because I donât think Iâll be letting you go anytime soon.â
You snuggled into his chest, feeling the warmth of his embrace, both of you savoring the stillness that followed the storm.
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